Growing In Japan Ch. 02

Before I finished, my mom had her orgasm. I could feel the pool of cum rising slowly up my leg. She was shaking and screaming more obscene remarks, and I think my orgasm lasted a bit longer than the last one because of her perfect expression of lewd bliss on her face. Once the entire opposite wall was smothered, I stepped a bit to the side so I could aim my cum cannon out the double doors. I figured that I might as well gather as much of the stuff there as I could.

I finished and sat down, admiring my mother as she continued to moan and cum. It was well past my ankle, now, and nearing my knee; she came nearly as much as I did! I took a few more sips from the pool, and waited for her to finish.

She looked right at me when she was done, completely red-faced and out of breath. Flecks of my semen still stained her face and hair. "My pussy is underwater now! I can't believe it! There's so much of it gathering!" She took a handful and splashed it at me, like a kid in a stream. "I wonder if the living room is starting to get wet." That was the room behind us. It did appear to me that the cum was, very slowly, draining out. It was probably going through all three walls. The fourth wall, the boob wall, was nigh impenetrable. "Lucky we built this house on a stone foundation, or we would've soaked through to the mud by now!"

We began to masturbate again, and both of us came a couple of times before I had an idea. By this point, the pool was almost up to her neck. I stood up, and tried to pull her up to stand, but her tits were simply too tight in the walls to move. She would have to stoop down into the cum while she stood. I climbed across her breasts again, slipping over my own cum and sliding down it on the other side. I pointed my dick towards her cleavage. "If we can't fuck normally, we'll just have to titfuck," I said, thrusting in between her breasts.

Her reaction, and the reaction of the walls, was immediate. She moaned in pleasure, trying to grab any bit of titflesh she could. The walls on both sides cracked with the extra width my cock added to her breasts, and the bottom half of the one leading outside completely fell over. I quickly pulled out to go on the porch and watch the waterfall. This wasn't what I had planned, I was only thinking of fucking her tits, but this was quite the scene. We both watched as her cum pool cascaded outside and mixed with mine. The pile of cum I had gathered, reaching pretty far and high, was mostly wiped out by the torrent. I took another few handfuls and drank, while she yelled in triumph. "Hah! Girlcum beats boycum every time!"

"Oh really?" I asked. "Why don't you just wait until I finish titfucking you. Then you'll know whose cum rules supreme." I came back into the room and pushed my cock in between her breasts, a much easier task now that one of them had some breathing room. The top half of the wall was still blocking off a good bit of her boob, but the difference in tightness was noticable; it had gone from almost impossible to comfortably tight.

She came twice while I was in her tits, setting off two more, smaller, waterfalls on the side. When I finally came, I buried my cock deep in her cleavage, close to her body, and spurted hard. There was a painting I had seen in school once, of what our teacher called a volcano. Molten rock spewed from the top of a mountain, and black smoke billowed into the sky. Besides the smoke, my cumming in between my mother's breasts reminded me of this volcano picture. Any open space she had in her tight cleavage was spurting out my cum. She had just recovered from her second orgasm, but immediately fell into another, her breasts shaking wildly from her pleasure and my cock. I kept unloading in between her tits. Plenty of it shot right into her face, which she eagerly lapped up until the volume was too much for her to handle. She had to continually wipe my cum off her face as more and more shot out.

Finally, my own cum stopped, just as her orgasm subsided. I went around by the porch to scoop up some more from the waterfall, now more of a large trickle than anything. A bit of my cum was mixed in, too, but I didn't really mind. I came back into the room across from her, my cock still hard, pointing angrily at the ceiling. "See? Boycum is the best." She still was wiping off some of it from her face and her tits, eating it all. "I don't know about that," she said. She stood up. Her breasts came up with her, breaking down both walls beside her. Half the house had been destroyed in less than a day. She crashed through the remains of the wall between her room and outside, and lay down on the pool of cum on the ground. Rather, she put her breasts down there, causing the ground to shake, and laid down on her humongous pillows. She pulled her hair until it had all gathered on top of her tits, and then spread her legs.

It was a fountain, literally a fountain of cum. I kneeled down behind her and used my fingers to make her orgasm. The fountain became a torrential waterfall, a terrific storm of sex juices that blasted the whole room. I was completely drenched in her cum, and the floor was once again covered in one great puddle. The whole time she was cumming, I was shooting a ridiculous amount of precum on her. It didn't seem possible that so much sexual juice could be in one place, but the proof was in the puddle. "You might be right," I admitted. It was her victory again.

I pulled my mom back onto her feet, and she came back inside. We spent the rest of the day helping each other get off. My cock never softened. The whole day was a haze of sexual frenzy. At one point, we each tried to suck on one of her giant tits together, but she wasn't even close. I woke up the next morning while spewing out a fountain of cum all over myself and part of my mom's tits. There were several more holes in the ceiling, the opposite wall from the outside was now completely crushed, the two walls still standing were completely soaked through with cum, and one of them had holes in the shape of a boob on them. A true work of art.

Several of the new holes were directly above where I was sleeping. I had obviously cum several times while I was asleep; I was basically swimming in a small pool of it. There was plenty of my mom's cum leaking onto the floor, too. The entire room was a sticky, smelly mess. I carefully stood up and began to cum on my mom's huge breasts. I was loving this new wake-up call, and so was she; once she was fully awake and aware of the magnitude of semen that I was pouring onto her, she used both hands to point right at her face, and opened her mouth wide. Once again, she began to gag on my cum, and before she recovered, she began to orgasm herself.

I brought my hand directly under her pussy and took a few handfuls. While she was still moaning in ecstasy, I began to talk to her. "What do you think? Should we continue this for another day, maybe have some more tea, or should I go to the shrine and reverse the changes today?" I knew she would want to continue; there's no way she could resist her own desires while she was cumming!

In between her cries, she managed to get in, "Let's take a break." Damn, she has a will of iron! Yesterday was pretty insane, and the house really needed to be fixed up, anyway.

"Alright," I said, "but I can't go into town to pray while my cock is all big and hard like this."

She finally finished cumming, and took a breather before she began to speak again. "You also can't go when it's soft and hanging halfway down your leg! Your cock will be noticed no matter what state is in. It's still really early in the morning, just sneak into town and pray. You'll be fine!" She gave my dick a supportive pat. "Just don't shoot any precum! And certainly don't give into any temptation to masturbate!"

That would be tough. Just thinking about sneaking through town, my penis leading the way, had it lurching forward and shooting precum all over my mother again. "This might be difficult," I said as I shot out precum for another half minute.

"You'll be fine! Come on, go ahead. I'll be waiting here." She began to masturbate again, and just as my precumming had ended, it began again. As I covered her tits once more, I asked her, "Would you be alright with keeping a bit of the size you've gained? I can ask the god to keep your breasts a bit bigger than normal."

She took a quick break from her session to say, "That's fine with me. Return us to any size you want. Your reward for going out there to pray." Then she went back to fingering herself. On my way to town, I could hear my mother begin to moan. Luckily, by the time I reached the next closest house to ours, I couldn't hear her, but I still had to stop a few times to let out a torrent or precum! I took careful hold of my cock to stop it from swinging, and jogged into town, still naked, soaked in sweat and cum.

I made it to the shrine god! I said a quick prayer, asking that my mom's body be around the same size as it was after she drank two oppahana tea cups, and that my cock would only be as long as my forearm, from elbow to wrist, when I was hard. As I turned to leave, I ran right into the village elder!

I had previously had such respect for this sagely old man, but he was a definite creep in my book now. "Hey, Sato. You look a bit messy this morning." My dick was still steadily leaking precum, and if it weren't for the morning dew, a path of dribbled precum from my house to the shrine would've been obvious! "Still going busy back at home?"

"Actually, we're taking a break for now," I said. "I need to return home now, good morning to you village elder!" I took off, my penis smacking me repeatedly in the face, as the old man stood by the shrine and laughed.

I took a moment, right outside of my house, to look back. Thankfully, no one was out of their houses yet, so I hadn't been seen. When I turned around, my cock had shrank significantly, and my body was completely cleaned of cum! It felt like something soothing had washed everything off of me, and I felt totally refreshed. My penis was still undoubtedly huge, but it wasn't unmanagable now. And I could, with enough effort and help, make it soft!

Before I entered my house, I took a moment to inspect the damage from the outside. The living room was, of course, the worst. Apparently, I had continued my plan of making a cum pile outside yesterday, because there was a ridiculous amount of it just outside. If I hadn't discovered the oppahana, I wouldn't have even come close to shooting out this much semen in a whole lifetime! It was absurd how much of the stuff was gathered on the ground, all sticking together in one thick, gooey mass. The roof had a good amount of dried semen on it, the stuff that was too thick to run off into the pile. There were also the holes I had made, which would fill the room with rainwater during a storm.

The wall had been crushed, torn to pieces, and fallen into the cum pile. The inside wall, between the living room and the hallway, was cracked in half and laying on the floor. Even from outside the house, I could see the ridiculous number of stains on the floor and remaining walls. The floor was a completely new color from the other rooms, and thicker, darker stains blotted it in some places. The area where my mom's cum had pooled was the darkest, and the wall was sagging from the sogginess that hadn't dried. The opposite wall was doing pretty bad, too. Whenever I wasn't cumming into the pile or onto my mom, I was painting the wall. I had drawn the boob hole here with holes from the power of my spurts, the extra cum going through to my mom's room.

Lying down, napping in the middle of this disaster zone, was my mother. She was curled up tightly. Even though she had been cleaned off by the shrine god, a good amount of the cum from the floor had rubbed off on her, and she shone in the morning light. Her breasts were each just a bit bigger than her head. If she stood up, her hair would just miss the floor. She looked very innocent sleeping like this, surrounded by such a display of sexual power. I didn't wake her up for a while. I would've covered her with the sheets we promised not to ruin, but they were flattened and cum-stained, tattered remnants of their former selves.